Its blackout night. Let’s go.

Do we really have to go to the beach now?

A bet is a bet. Careful, its quite rocky here.

Wish we could use a torch.

We can’t. Its wartime.

My cousin says that there aren’t as many blackouts in his city.

That’s because they don’t have a natural harbor that goes into the city nor a naval shipyard!

What if, when we are in the beach, the enemy bombs us?

No chance of that, silly!

Booooom! What was that? The ground is shaking!

Run, run, run!

Headlines next day, Disaster averted! Fishermen find debris!


Pak submarine disaster in 1971 remains a mystery

Pak submarine disaster in 1971 remains a mystery

NEW DELHI: The sinking of PNS Ghazi during the Indo-Pak war of 1971 has long been an unsolved mystery. With Karan Johar sharing the first poster of his movie, The Ghazi attack (India’s first war-at-sea film that is based on the mysterious sinking of PNS Ghazi) the other day, the debate on what caused the blast on board the Pakistani vessel has been renewed, reports foreign media.

On December 5, 1971, a few local fishermen visited India’s Eastern Naval Command with pieces of wreckage and reported the presence of a large oil slick in the area. As a result of the investigation, it turned out to be a sunken the over 300-foot long submarine — The Ghazi. Formerly USS Diablo, PNS Ghazi had been built during World War II. Leased out to Pakistan, it had been renamed Ghazi.

South Asia’s first submarine, PNS Ghazi was Pakistan’s only submarine with a capacity to travel over 11000 nautical miles to reach Bay of Bengal and undertake operations on India’s eastern coast. How it met destruction, there are differing accounts. It is claimed by Indian navy that Ghazi was lured into a trap  by Vice-Admiral Krishnan, the Commanding Flag Officer of the Eastern Naval Command, by letting Ghazi believe that INS Vikrant, the Indian aircraft carrier, was in the area near Vizag, by sailing out INS Rajput, an ageing WWII destroyer already due in Vishakapatnam for decommissioning. INS Rajput pretended to be INS Vikrant, sailed out of the Vizag harbour and generated heavy wireless traffic, leading the PNS Ghazi to believe that it had received the right intel about the aircraft carrier.

As he hoped, PNS Ghazi prowled perilously close to the Indian coast, searching for its elusive quarry.

On the night of December 3-4, 1971, an explosion tore through the PNS Ghazi, blowing open its bow, crumpling the hull and cracking open the water-tight compartments. Seawater rushed in, drowning the crew as the submarine crashed to the seabed. On December 6, three days after the sinking of the PNS Ghazi, INS launched its first airstrike.

So, what exactly caused the blast on PNS Ghazi? This is where the debate arises. Indian Navy claims the submarine was destroyed by depth charges fired by its ship INS Rajput. Pakistani authorities say the submarine sank because of either an internal explosion or accidental blast of mines that the submarine itself was laying around Vizag harbour.

According to the Indian Navy:

At 00:14 on 4 December 1971, INS Rajput’s sonar room reported what sounded like a submarine changing depth, about half mile ahead. Captain Inder Singh ordered a sharp turn and immediately fired two depth charges from the the ship’s Mk.IV DCTs. Less than a minute later, at 00:15, a massive underwater explosion shook the destroyer. The crewmen of INS Rajput were unsure what had happened; some sailors briefly thought their destroyer had been torpedoed due to the force of the explosion. Lookouts on INS Rajput saw what was possibly an oil slick in the area. Singh felt certain he had sunk a Pakistani submarine and relayed this to Vice Admiral Krishnan at Vizag. Several minutes later, Vice Admiral Krishnan was informed that a beach patrolman in Vizag had also heard a huge explosion at 00:15.

INS Rajput then departed the area and proceed to join up with the INS Vikrant battle group. After sunrise, local fishermen saw an oil slick and some floating debris in the area. Included in the debris was an unused submariner life vest labelled “USS DIABLO”.

According to the Pakistani Navy:

PNS Ghazi commenced laying a small minefield east of the Vishakapatnam harbor mouth on the overnight of 2-3 December 1971. Then at daybreak on 3 December, it headed out to deeper water to search for the INS Vikrant battle group. Not finding it, PNS Ghazi returned to the Vishakapatnam harbor mouth area at sunset to resume laying the minefield. As the lights ashore were blacked out, PNS Ghazi may have misjudged her position and doubled back into her own minefield around midnight; about 10-15 minutes before the INS Rajput depth charging. Thus, it was the accidental detonation of its own mines that destroyed the Ghazi and not INS Rajput‘s depth charges.

Over the years, the mystery surrounding the sinking of PNS Ghazi has endured. Today, the submarine lies embedded in the Vizag seabed about 1.5 nautical miles from the breakwaters. Close to the harbour channel, the spot has been marked on navigational maps to help ships avoid the wreck.

Vice Admiral (retd) G M Hiranandani (whose book, Transition to Triumph, gives a detailed history of the Indian Navy) says, “The truth about the Ghazi, which remains on what the submarine community calls the ‘eternal parole’, lies somewhere between the Indian and Pakistani versions of the sinking but no one knows exactly where.”


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You are our firstborn,
The excellence of our strength,
The angel at my shoulder,
The one who first made us parents.

As you step out on your own,
On to a path I have never trod in my life,
My prayer is that the foundations
We have laid will hold.

As you launch out into the deep,
Our prayer for you is this,
Point yourself to the true north
Towards God and His shores.

May His breath waft your sails,
His wind fan your face,
His dew cool your pace
His lamp lighten your way.

May His love envelope your heart,
His thoughts fill your mind,
His needs stir your will,
His word be your stay.

May He be the only Bridegroom
Who fills your heart
Who stirs your gut
Who moulds your being.

May He be the One who satisfies until
The one who is His choice comes
To claim you as his bride.

May goodness and mercy follow you
All the days of your life,
May you dwell in His house for ever.

We love you, bless you
We commit you into His hands,
The best of all we have!




Unclutter my mind, O Lord,
And free me from the shackles of wandering thoughts.
Help me disengage myself .
From the clutches of legitimate ways
And rise to sit in tranquil realms.

Cause me to unhand every hounding sin
That would trip me as I run to the grail
Or hamper me as I race down the well known trail.
Let me rest in the stillness of your love
Until it seeps in to soothen my soul.

May I not be swept away by the flood of hurry
But seek to step aside to sit by the side of the busy road.
Let me not roll around in the wash of a tumbling world
But quieten my soul in the shadows of the returning trend.

Time and tide may wait for no man, so they say,
But I long not to rush along and hurry in its sway
As God and I commune in the vastness of his ways!


Looking over to her sister, she sighed.

Why God, the neglect? Why the difference?

We were conceived together, birthed together and grew together.

Am I not of worth?

Is it because I am not flashy or pushy?

I remind myself “They also serve those who stand wait”.

The still small whisper, “I can trust you to wait.”

Sudden voices, cries of surprise, exclamations, sounds of joy…

Winds of change began to blow.

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Nathan watched them all searching for him, frantically.

Serves them right, he thought smugly. Did they think that he was an easy prey? He would show them.

Sensing a presence, he turned around.

Hi there. Aren’t you a smart guy to hide out here?

Nathan shrugged nonchalantly, turning back to watch them again.

Would you like to come back there, where it is even more safe?

Without replying, Nathan popped his head from behind the wheel.

There he is, they all shouted. You win!

Didn’t I tell you I would?

Gleefully he ran towards them, no longer an easy prey.

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Dolon peered over the edge, antennae quivering in the wind of many murmurings.

“We can’t allow her to do this? How dare she marry that, that, that..

“That outcast! How dare he presume to touch her!”

“Calm down. Don’t react openly. We can rectify this.”

“Yes. Let’s agree now. We will invite him home. Then…”

“Shhhh! Even walls can have ears.”

Cautioning each other, they moved on, falsity plastered on their faces.

“We agree. Let’s do what you say. We are willing.”

They rose, with smiling miens and departed.

Dolon fluttered away. He had heard enough.

His intelligence would help prevent.

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*Dolon is a Latin American name meaning a trojan spy!




There is nothing better that I like to do, than lie down flat on my back and watch the clouds from a grassy plot.

The sun is playing peek-a-boo, enough for me to conjure pictures in the air.

I see a valley there, a mountain here, some sheep that side, a village this side – all that I can’t get where I am now.

Oh, look at the rays emanating from behind those clouds; they cause a shadow on the trees and a shade below.

Is God trying to catch my attention with a display of his wondrous splendor?

I wonder.

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